The long serpent of Fiendfyre let out an agonized hiss beneath the badger formed by the countercurse and broke into several pieces.
Riddle said nothing, but he was presumably somewhat speechless.
Were all young people these days so...?
Su Er put away his wand and watched Riddle play tug-of-war with the two Dementors. Oh, and Dumbledore, the referee on the sidelines, was rigging the match.
The situation was extremely unfavorable for Riddle.
He drew closer to the two long mouthparts, inch by inch. It looked slow, but very little time had actually passed.
"Dumbledore!" Like a prisoner at gunpoint, Riddle pleaded with the man holding the gun. "Wait! We can still talk, Dumbledore, Professor, old-"
Before Riddle could get the last word out, he was split in two as if by a blade, each half disappearing into a Dementor's mouthparts.
That was because Dumbledore had increased the pressure, dealing Riddle a fatal blow.
The Diadem fell to the floor with a clear clang.
At that very moment, something unexpected happened.
The two Dementors that had absorbed Riddle's soul let out agonized howls. The gray-black mist hovering around them swelled for an instant, then rapidly contracted into their bodies.
Dumbledore's expression changed. He stepped forward, shielding Su Er behind him.
Like two magnets with opposite poles, the two Dementors slowly drew closer. Su Er could see that both were desperately trying to pull away from each other, as though this were something extremely dangerous. Their hoods fell off during their violent struggles.
This was also the first time Su Er had seen everything beneath a Dementor's hood.
No, "everything" was hardly the right way to describe its appearance. There was no face at all, only a vaguely round mass of dark gray mist. The only thing that could barely qualify as